I’m not a good person to be around these days. I’m a little bit mean and a little bit nasty, a little too often, and when you add a side of impatient judgmentalism, you get someone who should practice being a hermit more. Preferably a hermit who doesn’t send messages or emails, or who makes calls to businesses or people I want to maintain relationships … Continue reading I get mean when I struggle – a journal joint.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I wonder if, in days of old, we were as concerned about legacy and “leaving a mark” as we are now. I suppose, in a way, the obsession with sons and the family name is a type of that. Donald Trump is an example of this trend, of this desperate desire to secure a legacy in the face of … Continue reading What We Leave Behind When We Go – an off-the-cuff joint
I haven’t been writing much since my daughter and two grandsons moved in, mostly because it has been difficult, and when things are difficult, I tend to withdraw, shut down, and organize. Serenity through tidying, or something like that. I thought I might struggle with their presence on a practical level – it’s been a while since I had a full house – but it’s … Continue reading A Conflicted Home – an off-the-cuff joint.
1. I’m not at my best in the fall – depression takes over and takes me for a ride. It’s interesting – I can feel my depression creeping up on me as October marches on, and I can feel my brain starting to come back online in fits and starts as December progresses. It’s an odd thing to feel your thinking turn back on. My … Continue reading December and the Primal Scream – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 